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Andrew Hanover

"The end is near, and I intend to go out fighting."

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a character in “The Rising”, as played by RPGRosa

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Name || Andrew Hanover

AKA || Drew

Hometown || Las Vegas, Nevada

Age || 21

Role || "Prince" to the rebels

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Drew is truly his fathers son, and having been trained since a young age there are many things Drew excels at that makes him an asset to the rebellion. He is an excellent sharp shooter, as well as a hand to hand combat prodigy. Even his father now struggled to keep up, although Lou will always win because he is the Alpha.
However Drew did take more of his mothers personality, as the mediator. Drew is skilled at settling conflict, especially between Andrea and Lou. A great leader, Drew has an eye for detail and an ability to think outside of the box. He is much more of a planner, leaving more stealthy and discreet individuals to execute his plan. He is a hard hand, and a commander among The People.

Deficiencies

Although Drew is a great hard hand, he is just that. He is used in situations that call for hostility and aggression. Heavy footed, Drew is anything but sneaky. Lou joked that Drew always gives away their location, unable to control the ruckus he makes wherever his path takes him.

The rebellion began when Drew was 14, and because of that Drew never experienced being a teenager. He had to grow up quick if he wanted to survive, and from the beginning he knew that he would be fighting for the cause. Because he never had the time to enjoy the awkward teen years, Drew never got to learn the right way to flirt and attract a "mate". Although Drew can talk to females as an equal, when it comes to women of his interest Drew tends to ramble, unable to control what may blurt out his mouth. He tends to be quiet around women he likes to prevent himself from saying something stupid.

Personality

Drew's life was real easy up until Big Brother ruined everything. Everything he knew was torn from beneath him, and it was when he and his father buried his mother that Drew knew that no matter what he would fight to defeat Big Brother. Some people call Drew serious, or that he is the brooding type. Drew just calls himself observant.

He tends to sit along the sidelines, taking in everything. People used to joke about how even though he and Andie were twins, they couldn't be more opposite. Where Andie was loud, he was reserved - she an extrovert he an introvert. Andie had the tendency to throw herself into situations where Drew paused to think. As a team the two were unstoppable, but on her last mission he had stayed behind to rest up. It was a simple recon mission, he thought nothing of it.

Andrea is the only soft spot of Andrew, having been taught that family is everything. Andie messes up sometimes, but Drew never minds cleaning it all up- even taking the blame sometimes although Lou never believes him. He is fiercely protective of his twin and would die for her, when she was captured it was the only time anyone had seen tears in his eyes.

Although time has hardened him, Drew remains a passionate person. He is a very intense person, which sometimes can intimidate others. The expression he normally sports is impassive, although he sometimes bears a smirk. He isn't amused easily, except by his twin's antics.

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So begins...

Andrew Hanover's Story

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The Hanover Men


The conference room had a slab of carefully crafted redwood oak, chairs made by the people pushed in around the oval shaped table. Of course Lou was at the head of the table. Connor and Drew faced the man as he spoke, the only other two at the table who would be joining Lou on this mission. Lou insisted they had to go over fine details and brief those who would be in charge in his leave on what to do in his absence. Of course they knew what to do, they had done it before, however Lou's picky nature made him fret over details.

The clothes they had were worn, old and from styles that went out years ago. But beggars could not be choosers, the clothes they had were what they could salvage when raiding abandoned homes or stores. Lou normally had the standard cargo pants, belted in place and a tee shirt or tank that hugged across his broad chest and tucked into the waist band of his pants. His boots, laced up, thudded as he paced - scratching the scruff across his lower half of his face. Tonight he would shave the scruff and what little hair he had grown out off before going to sleep, where as Drew sported his five o'clock shadow with no intention of cutting it off. His tousled dark locks fell messily over the tips of his ears, and while his father turned to face him, Drew habitually picked at his hair. It was an insecure twitch, whenever he felt on the spot light Drew couldn't stop the compulsion.

Lou's baritone voice continued on, "Conner, Drew...you have to understand how important your role is. The report is that there's an electric fence around the area - three buildings. One is a mess hall, the other an office, and the third one is the supposed entry point into the bunker. This will possibly be one of the most tragic missions we will execute. I'm not going to lie to you, it's very likely some of our men will be killed, but it won't be long until we join them.

"Conner, your team is pure stealth. My team will hijack a truck down the road, and load your team in. Once you are in the gated area, your primary purpose is to get down the electrical grid. Remember stealth is key, anyone who may compromise the mission is dead where they stand.

"Once the grid is down, their back up generator will most likely shut on, but most of their security defenses will be down. This is when Drew and I bring our troops in, Drew you will come from the left, I will bring us in through the south. At that point the objective is to get underground. Andrea will know what's going on at that point, it won't be long until he find her. Help who we can but remember saving Luci and Andrea is the primary objective. Kill all opposition."

It seemed simple enough, but sadly there was plenty opportunity for things to go wrong. If Lou was right there would be three levels of clearance, but hold the gun to the right one and he might be able to bully his way into the bunkers. The only thing the People had on their side was numbers and the element of surprise. The men they would fight, although equal in size, had weaponry that were a vast advancement from the guns the Rebels used. If they moved quick enough it could work, but there would be way too many of the rebels for all of them to be detained as well, surely.

Drew chuckled, drinking from his cup of water that had been mixed with berries and mint that were mashed together to make a concoction. "Dad, no offense but Conner and me have poured hours upon hours on going over this plan. Trust us, we got this!" The once stylish sweater he wore was a dreaded gray color, but a orange patch over the right elbow took away from its drab colored. Drew stood to his full stature of 6'3, stretching his toned limbs and making noises of satisfaction, "Come on, lighten up- the festival is tonight, we have the entire journey to go over tactics. Tonight, lets live!" With much gusto, Drew embraced his father so that they danced for a moment before Drew spun out, hopping just out of his fathers reach as he playfully struck at his son.

The tension in the room lessened as people began to pack up, Drew took it as a cue to leave before his father could see anything else. "Conner, wingman tonight?" He joked on his way out, Drew was anything but smooth with ladies, Conner was much better than himself. With most rebel girls though, they all wanted to settle down and start a family. There were a few, like Andrea, who couldn't even fathom bringing a innocent soul into such a horrid world, or a mourning widow was frequent enough. But tonight was when people would let their wild side out, there was no telling what would happen at the festivals the Rebels would hold. Hundreds of people would dance and laugh and drink, new faces be introduced and new friendships made. Within Utopia the people were constantly changing, although the entire underground city within the mountains was considered Utopia, the head quarters was within the largest mountain with the waterfall shielding the entrance. This is the mountain that Festivals were always held at.

Excited for what the night had to hold, Drew decided to stop at his room to get a change of clothes. Surely Lou would stop back at the Hanover household after the meeting. Andie, Drew and Lou all lived within the same "home" - three bedrooms chiseled around a living room and a dining room. But Lou normally avoided going home now, it felt empty with Andie being gone.

From his pocket, Lou withdrew a beaten brown Leather wallet. It was a relic from the world he used to live in, now used as a time capsule of sorts. He pulled out a picture of Andie posing for her softball team back in 2012, her hair braided into pigtails. She was little more than skin and bones then, now developing into a fine young woman. From time to time Lou had to remind himself not to kill his own men who gawked after her.

Glancing back to Conner, who had remained at the table, Lou showed his comrade the picture. "She'd kill me if she knew I showed you this, but she is just too damn precious...even with braces." Although his tone showed humor, there was evidence of compassion and care for his daughter. Shaking his head and burying his face into his hands, Lou groaned a plea of guilt. "This is all my fault." He said to no one in particular, unable to look at the picture of his girl again.

Drew didn't have any pictures of Andrea, so instead he just visited her room. Much like himself she had a hammock for a bed, and although to some that may have sounded uncomfortable, the hammock could easily hold three of four people, and with the tempurpedic pad Andrea had been lucky enough to salvage and colorful pillows complimenting the beige comforter made the hammock more inviting than any bed Drew had ever seen. Notebooks filled with her lyrics and poetry were stacked onto one of the shelves, along with books she had read. The whole room was a reflection of who she was, and damnit Drew missed her. She was his twin after all.

After washing up using the bin of water, Drew changed into straight leg khakis and a racerback white tank that both flattered his trim figure and defined muscles. Completely oblivious to his own good looks, Drew felt as if the stares the women gave him as he walked to the festival was because something was wrong. Perhaps he had something on his shirt, or face, and as he walked Drew checked himself, seeming a bit like a bumbling fool. It wasn't until he could smell the food that his stomach growled. "Damn," he murmured to himself, following the smell. It seemed other men had done the same, letting their stomachs lead the way. One enthused expression stood out from the others. "Bojangles! What up, brother?" The man was brilliant, although strange. But the brightest minds normally were. Some people didn't talk to Bojangles because of his strange out bursts or inappropriate behavior, but Drew found the man fascinating and hilarious. "I saw the new solar panels, dope. Wind power is the next innovation, Bo-boy."

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It had been an interesting day for Bojangles. He got to experience heights again. A crowd gathered to watch, and he wasn't so sure whether their interest was in the solar panels or the one putting them in. Why anyone trusted Bojangles with such a job was in the air, but he thought it was because not many others knew how. His curiosity took advantage of the altitude, and he wondered "how long it'd take before a 'splat.'"

Bojangles was wrapping up his day, and changing out of his work clothes. It was really just swapping into something not as dirty, but he still wanted to look presentable. He doesn't always wear white shirts, but when he does, he wants to show off that he didn't make a mess. With a white t-shirt and denim shorts, he was ready to roll out into the crowd.

Food had been a priority from the get-go. He'd gotten his meal, but he still hung around to see if they'd feed him more. He'd been trying to tempt them when Drew came by. "Bojangles! What up, brother?" Bojangles turned to his name. "Oh hey, it's 1980." He shouldn't really be judging, since no one else says dude or "sweeeeet," but he didn't mind his vocabulary. "I hear ya, there's quite a draft in here... but you wanna talk about dope, my brother had the dopest pants man, I swear. They had like some samurai comic graphic shit going on on the side. Pretty sweet. Ah, miss my brother... then he got converted and haven't seen him since." Looking down, then back up he changed the subject. "When's your sister getting back? Miss Andie..." Andrea and Andrew were some of the few people who'd talk to him. Drew was still here, but less people to mess around with was a slight disappointment.

"Whatever, let's go. You know, when you all leave, someone'll have to keep all these ladies occupied. Don't worry, Bojangles's got it covered." He paused, looking over the crowd. "Aah... lets see what we got here. Widows and their daughters. Or another way to look at it: milfs and amateurs. All about perspective."

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The meeting went by quickly, and mostly because Drew brushed off his father's concern for the mission. Lou was clearly concerned for the rescue of his daughter, and he had all right to be. Drew, however, seemed to not care so much for it. Conner nodded as Lou explained their tactics to everyone. Stealth. Stealth was important, he said. It was true. Getting caught would cause a lot of problems. rescuing a specific target requires calm men who can think, and time to find their target and get them out. Conner though about how he would proceed with his part of the plan. Which men should he take? What would be their weapon of choice? How would they get Andrea and Luci out?

"Dad, no offense but Conner and me have poured hours upon hours on going over this plan. Trust us, we got this!" Conner turned to look at Drew as he stood up and stretched. Both him and Conner were the same height, but Conner had a much thicker build. "Come on, lighten up- the festival is tonight, we have the entire journey to go over tactics. Tonight, lets live!" The mention of the festival made Conner tense. The would mean a lot of drunk girls just fawning over him, and Drew trying to get one of them to notice him. Upon looking up, he saw Drew hug his father for a long while before moving back in a playful way. Conner watched as father and son played around for only a second. Seeing such playful actions were rare today, but still pleasant to see.

The room began to empty as the others started to leave the room and Drew said, "Conner, wingman tonight?" Conner sighed, seeing that question coming his way. Before Conner could reply though, Drew left the room, leaving Lou and him alone. Conner stood up, ready to leave, when Lou pulled something out of his pocket. An old wallet. He pulled out a picture that had Andrea with her braces on. The look on Lou's face, and the emotion that it conveyed, made Conner smile slightly. Only slightly. He had not known her with her braces on, but he did remember how excited the girl was about having them off. She never stopped talking about it. "She'd kill me if she knew I showed you this, but she is just too damn precious...even with braces." He was recalling how their life was before the rebellion, until a pang of guilt hit Lou. Conner looked at him as he let out all the pain he felt. "This is all my fault."

Conner rested his hand on Lou's shoulder and said in a stern tone, "We will get her back." Conner looked away from Lou and off into space, his hand still on Lou's shoulder. This was Conner's chance to repay Lou now. Lou had helped Conner through so many tough situations. All the panic attacks when he was on duty were gone in seconds when Lou arrived on the scene. "I promise. She will return home. "

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Character Portrait: Luis Hanover Character Portrait: Conner Terrion Character Portrait: Andrew Hanover Character Portrait: Katherin Blake Desdemona

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Kat walked carefully to the room where she had been told her boss was. Two rebels had stared at her uneasily for a few moments before pointing her in the right direction but where else was she meant to put this bag? Boss had told her what to get, not where she was meant to deliver it so she assumed it would go to him and then wherever he chose after that. This place was a genius idea really, everything was salvaged or made by the rebels and it felt safe.

She passed Drew as he was heading who knows where and she nodded a greeting to him. She would have waved but her hands were full and she was too tired to really hold any sort of conversation with the guy. It had been a week since she had left the rebel headquarters, and to her it felt like eternity. Kat knocked a few times at the entrance before walking in and placing the large duffel bag on the table in front of her boss.

"The warehouse was where you said it would be boss. Not too heavily guarded, and pretty hidden but I found it. No one would have thought to look in that place for medicine but eh." There was a tense and emotional tinge to the air that Kat hadn't noticed until she walked in and suddenly she felt awkward. Her boss was sitting with his head down and the other guy, Connor was his name that's right, had his hand on the leaders shoulder. Way to go idiot, just barge right in like you belong here. Kat scolded herself before remembering her job. "This bag has a variety of different medicines, all I could carry while still being able to travel. Hope it comes in good use. There were crates of weapons there as well, I don't think they will be able to move it very soon so if you wanted I could make another trip there and see what I can take; they will probably have way more guards there though."

She had been wiping at the ink on her arms while speaking. A few weeks ago Kat had run out of henna ink and so was relying on temporary face paint. Not the best solution and she was impressed it lasted for a week, though it had started to peel off quite a bit. "Damn I could use some scotch." she muttered as the cloth swiped over a cut on her upper arm. So she hadn't been totally undetected; not like they could trace her here she'd been to careful for that. "What's the next job you got for me?"

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Character Portrait: Luis Hanover Character Portrait: Andrea Hanover Character Portrait: Conner Terrion Character Portrait: Andrew Hanover Character Portrait: Nizhoni Riversky Character Portrait: Katherin Blake Desdemona

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Lou Hanover


Promises were empty offer to Lou, yet as Conner promised to bring Andrea home, Lou forced himself to believe him. They had to bring Andrea home, it was either that or Lou would die trying. There was no way Lou would return to Utopia without his daughter. Sighing, Lou put away the picture, shaking his head. "I sure hope so."

A large duffel bag was tossed onto the table, and Lou belatedly noticed the entrance of the slight yet threatening Katerina. His eyes lit with surprise and appeasement. "The warehouse was where you said it would be boss...."

Of course Lou was right, he always was. With so many lives depending on his decisions, he had to be right. Pulling the bag in front of him, and as the woman continued to speak Lou rummaged through the goodies. A smile scrawled across his lips, Lou looked to Katerin with approval.

Her request for another job made Lou tilt his head in confusion. Then it dawned on her, Kat had been gone when Andie had been taken. Zipping up the bag, Lou pushed it aside and gestured Conner to the door. "Go ahead, I know you don't want to have to sit through this again." Lou said with a half smile. Once the man left, Lou looked back to Kat with a grim expression. "Tomorrow we head south to the border of Kansas. I have a friend that will help us sneak onto a train that transports coal that we can take most of the way out but I have to tell you, this is the most dangerous mission we've done yet.

"My daughter was taken, but those who returned from her team relayed enough information briefing us on an attack. It will be the first detention center we've raided and it will be a milestone in the Rebellion. You can come or you can stay here, you've done a lot for us and I will respect whatever choice you may make."

Lou stood to his full height, an intimidating mass of muscle pushing 6'7". The children would jump on his back, asking for rides, he remembered when Andie used to do the same thing. It seemed like everything reminded him of her. Shaking his head, Lou looked to Katerin with a subdued expression. "You can have some time to think it over, join us in celebration tonight! We will drink spirits and pretend like we aren't fighting for survival!" Grabbing the bag effortlessly, Lou put his hand on the small of the woman's back leading her out.

"If you decide to come with, meet us just at the waterfall, we will leave before noon." Lou added, walking away with a wave. Although Lou was the boss of the operation, he never enjoyed ordering people around. He felt as if forcing someone to do something was useless when someone who could do a better job would do it willingly. With Big Brother hoping to dull all human brains to little more fight to what they are told than an infant, Lou preferred to let people make their own decisions.

So with that Lou left Katerin to mull over her options, taking a detour through the watering hole. Some soldiers had already began horsing around, cheering as their leader joined them. Raising his arms in amusement, Lou grinned. "Sorry guys, not here to stay - just passing through." Foul torments were called out, all in good fun. It was rare to see his men so carefree, Lou couldn't be the one to ruin it. So instead of reprimanding them for their overly casual banter, Lou just laughed and entered the corridor that lead into the healing ward.

There were thankfully no one inside the makeshift infirmary, everyone was preparing for the festival. Leaving the bag on a table, Lou made a mental note to tell Nizhoni of the new supplies. Perhaps she could grab some in the morning of what she might need. The woman had many talents, and on the journey to save Andie, Nizhoni would be the only person with healing capabilities going along. He needed her to have the essential supplies.

Making sure to leave everything how it was when he walked in, Lou left the supplies at the ward and finally started heading to the festival. As if his thoughts had summoned her, Lou ran into Nizhoni just as they entered the mouth of the celebrations. "I was just looking for you," he said with a half smile, looking to the huskie that followed the Native American woman. "We got some supplies in, you would know better about what we might need than I would. Would you mind stopping at the healing ward before we leave tomorrow?" Lou knew that as loyal that Nizhoni was, she would oblige to an order given by Lou, so before she even finished answering Lou continued. "Thanks, Ni-Ni." He said, using the name the children would call her and winking before making his way to the podium that looked over the whole festival.

Drew Hanover


Quirking an eyebrow at the oddball, Drew chuckled. "Samurai pants huh? Your brother must've been the shit in his day." Sarcasm dripped from Drew's voice, a stale grin worn as he spoke. Drew always found the man entertaining, also from the get-go his name had been a comical relief. It took serious dedication to commit to an alias, and Drew had to hand it to the man - when people said 'Mr. Bojangles', they understood who that was.

As the topic switched to siblings, Drew slumped at Bojangles question. "Hopefully soon, seriously," picking at his hair, the man shrugged in contemplation, "the sooner the better. I saw what losing my mom did to my dad...I don't think he could take losing Andie too." Drew never pretended to be ignorant that his father favored Andie. It was strange because the two would persistently bump heads, yet the next minute Andie would cuddle up to their father apologizing and asking for a favor or Lou would be giving Andie a gift - buttering her up. They were like kids, truly.

But Lou had grown depressed, Drew could see it in the way he carried himself. It was subtle, something only someone very close would notice, but Drew knew his father kept most of his pain buried. It was what they had to do to keep pushing on.

At the mention of women, Drew perked, eyes alert. He may have been grieving the loss of his sister, but men had needs. Serving himself a plate, Drew motioned for Bojangles to follow as he found himself a seat. Digging into the food, Drew spoke with a full mouth. "Bo-Bo, you wouldn't be able to pick up a chick if she thought you were her long lost cell phone." Drew joked, punching Bojangles in the arm lightly. "If you get laid tonight and I don't, I'm killing myself."

Before Bojangles could respond, Lou's voice boomed across the crowd. As if sensing their leader had something to say, the people hushed, watching Lou intently from where he stood behind a podium.

"Americans..Latinos...Asains...Blacks..." He paused, staring over the crowd. Continuing to shovel food into his mouth, Drew had to resist the urge to snort with laughter at the reactions of those around him. Too many people within the rebellion looked up to Lou as if he were a God, which to Drew was absurd. He was a normal human being, just with a little extra muscle mass. Lou had faults as well, but people had the tendency to see past it. If only that's how it worked for me. Drew told himself.

Lou continued, "We are all human, and together we stand as the people. Many people want us dead, because we like to think for ourselves. Most people don't even know what we're doing for them..tomorrow we leave for one of the most batshit crazy mission I've ever conducted. To my men - it will be a damn good time for a damn good cause. Remember the Angels are on our side," he allowed a pause of reverence to resonate through the room before continuing, "but tonight we rejoice out liberty and our free will." Raising his goblet, others did the same, heartily drinking up the alcohol. Cheers erupted through out the crowd, and Drew shoveled the last bit of food in his mouth before scanning the room for Conner. The man was a total chick magnet, and if tonight was his last night in Utopia, Drew was going to get laid.

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Katherin nodded when her boss explained everything. For such a short time away a lot of things seemed to have happened. She had to give the people respect for keeping to the festivities in what had to be a difficult time. It kept the spirits up that was sure. She chuckled and walked to the small room she had been staying in since the beginning of her contract. She didn't need much and other than the bundle of blankets and pillows, and a small crate of clothes there wasn't anything in there. The clothes she had on were covered in blood and dust and were definitely not something to wear while celebrating.

Looking over the slice on her arm she sighed. While she knew how to do basic bandages Katherin was certainly no medic, and she would need to get it properly wrapped up before she went with them on the mission. And she would be going, no doubt about it. Her boss was a good man and she didn't want to see him in the state for longer than he already had been, so anything she could do to lend some help, she would do it.

After cleaning up what dirt was left on her skin she changed into a blue tank top that only had a few frayed edges, and some clean black jeans. Her boots...where there wasn't much to do with them and besides, who the hell would be looking at her feet anyway? Kat chuckled again before digging in her clothes to find her old leather jacket. It had been her mothers before...well before, and she couldn't bear to have anything happen to it so it would stay here while she was out on missions and whatnot. There was no need to do anything with her hair, it was slightly curly tonight but in the morning it would take on a mind of its own, so she simply tied it up into a ponytail and left it at that; there were quite a few strands framing her face but they shouldn't prove to be much of a problem.

With that taken care of she heading to join the others in festivities, arriving just in time to hear the start of her boss's speech. She gave a soft smile at his words before grabbing a drink of some dark looking thing that smelled of alcohol. Perfect. At the cheer she raised her glass with the others and drank half of it down. The burn was excellent and warmed her right up. Kat breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heeey Kat! Lucky you returned in time for the party!" She 'hmmmm'ed at the rebel speaking with her before settling in to join the conversation of the few around her.

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Bojangles nodded at the comment on his brother's reputation. "Sure was." When he was younger, he didn't really know what his brother had meant. When he grew older, he started to understand it more. Bojangles heard many ideas of freedom first from his brother, and his sibling's capture was a big push in radicalizing him. He heard Drew speak of his dad, and he gave his friend a bit of reassurance. "Ah, your dad'll be alright. You've all put with me haven't you?" While it was mostly sarcastic, Bojangles was unaware of how many times he may of pissed them off.

As Drew took a plate, Bojangles sneaked one for himself as well. Directed to a seat, he went with his friend. "Bo-Bo, you wouldn't be able to pick up a chick if she thought you were her long lost cell phone. If you get laid tonight and I don't, I'm killing myself." His arm was nudged, and Bojangles was a bit surprised with the words. "Yea-" he was cut off by Lou. "Jesus!" The shout had startled him a bit, not enough to jump out of his chair, but enough to flail his arms and turn to the source.

Lou started his speech by listing off ethnicity, and Bojangles was unsure what was happening. When he continued, he started to ponder. Do they really think for themselves? If they thought individually, then why would they all look up to one person who could gather them like sheep? He continued but paused at the word 'Angels'. Bojangles leaned to Drew, "What if you're agnostic?" He shrugged the comment off, "just saying" and returned to hear the rest.

At the cheer, Bojangles reached next to his chair and lifted a maroon Nalgene bottle full of applesauce. Unscrewing the top with a smile on his face, he brought it to his mouth for the sauce to slowly drip. "Good stuff right there."

Bojangles spotted a new face in the crowd, a search of his memory was needed. "Ain't that one of your dad's mercenaries? Hot one at that.... you said I wouldn't get a girl tonight? Well, we'll see about that." He rose from his chair and tapped Drew on the shoulder. "Watch my bottle will ya." He approached Katherin with a bit of confidence- it had diminished slightly when he neared. "Uh.. wanna dance?" His cheeks were a bit red, and he'd known it. He'd forgotten to wipe his face, and didn't know how dirty it was-hopefully enough to mask his blushing.

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Lou seemed to be relieved slightly by Conner's words, up until Katherin entered the room. He left the room, leaving Lou and Kat to talk about the medicines she had taken. Conner headed back to his room to get changed from his regular clothes into his only suit for the festival. It wasn't the nicest suit, but it was the only one he had. He was one of the only men in the rebellion to have a suit at all. Truth be told, Conner did not want to go to the festival, but as a leading commander, he had to make an appearance if only for a moment. Almost like a symbol of hope. He sighed, leaving his room in his nice clothes and off to the festival.

Conner arrived just in time to catch Lou in the middle of his speech. He watched the crowd cheer and drink to their leader, all smiling and enjoying themselves. Conner stood to the side of the crowd, far from the main chaos. A few fellow soldiers smiled at Conner and left him quickly. He knew that they only smiled out of respect. It was the women that Conner had to be afraid of. He could see them looking at him and spreading the rumor that the commander had arrived. It was almost like a game to them. Year after year, he knew that they sent girl after girl to see who could get him into bed. And year after year, Conner denied them of even his bare skin.

And so, the first girl walked towards him. She was beautiful, sure. Much more so than the ones who usually came first. She smirked at him, holding two drinks in her hand, as if she expected to meet with him. Conner narrowed his eyes slightly and furrowed his brow as she swayed her hips and came at him as if she owned the word. He was being challenged. This was new. Conner took in a deep breath and puffed out his chest subconsciously. He saw Drew in the crowd looking around and only hoped he would see him. This was a rare moment that Conner wanted Drew to come in. "Commander. Nice to meet you." The girl said in a stern tone. Conner didn't reply. "Got you a drink, handsome, but I drank it."
"That's too bad." He replied. The girl dropped one of the glass and tugged on his tie to pull herself up and whispered in his ear, "But you can still have some." Without a moment to react, she kissed him. Oh, she's smooth. Conner thought to himself. She pulled back, but remained close to his face. He knee rubbed up against his inner thigh and her chest against his. "I want to do some bad things to you, soulja-boy."

By that point, it was enough for Conner. He stepped to the side and briskly walked off to get Drew as the girl snickered. Conner grabbed Drew's shoulder to grab his attention and greeted him, "Hey." He could taste the alcohol from the girl's kiss in his mouth, and it was foul. Drew could probably smell it, but the whole place smelled like alcohol.

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People seemed to be having a great time and Kat chuckled silently while sipping her drink as she listened to the various conversations going on. A couple of soldiers were having a drinking game, another few were having a serious discussion. Nearly every woman she could hear was oggling the guy that walked it. She shrugged and reached to fill up her glass when a girl stopped next to her.

"Hiii~ Um... you work with the Commander right? Could you uh possibly share some tips in..." Kat stopped listening and continued to fill up her drink. Commander? Who the hell is she talking about?

"Nah. Whatever it is you're gonna have to do it on your own."

The girl blinked before smirking. "Ah I see. You want him to yourself."

Kat snorted and took a drink, enjoying the burn all over again. She would really need to find out what she was drinking. "Nope."That's right, I know who it is now. Dammit you need to start remembering names Kat!

Thankfully before the girl could say anything more someone else caught her attention. "Uh...wanna dance?"

She wasn't quite sure why the guy who had walked up to her had asked that question but she could hear some of the other rebels in the background start chuckling and pausing their conversations to see what would happen. Kat ignored them for the most part and took a sip of her drink. He seemed nervous and she gritted her teeth again the pang it brought. Push it away, don't think about it. Hadn't she seen this guy hanging around with Drew?

"Well...guy I don't have a name for... I don't know how to dance." She shrugged. Behind her a rebel laughed loudly before standing up and placing his hand across her back to land on her right arm .She hid the wince as his fingers pressed the cut hidden under her jacket.

"Come oooon Kat, have some fun. Bo~jang~les ain't gonna hurt ya."

She moved out of his stupid arm and took another drink. "I said I don't know how." she had seen this guy with Drew, and now she knew his name. Hoorah for progress.

"Ok ok....didn't think you were one to back down from a challenge." The man took a few steps away before Kat growled. Dammit! Now she had to dance. She turned to set her drink down before grabbing the guy's Bojangles hand and walking off a few steps. Kat could hear the rebel cheering as she walked away. She turned to look at her now dancing partner over her shoulder.

"If you laugh at me, I'll rip your spine out and feed it to you, I was serious when I said I don't know how."

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On her way to were the crowd was Nizhoni ran into Luis.
"I was just looking for you, we got some supplies in, you would know better about what we might need than I would. Would you mind stopping at the healing ward before we leave tomorrow?"

"Sure thing Luis, I'll-"
"Thanks Ni-Ni." he'd say, cutting her off with a wink and a small smile before walking towards the podium that looked over the crowd.
Nizhoni narrowed her eyes at Luis as if annoyed with his usage of "NiNi", but the huge smile on her face gave away the fact that she was actually more amused than anything else.



Luis's speech was more of the same, and Nizhoni spent more time observing peoples reactions to the words being spoken than looking up towards the podium. It always amazed her how easily people - herself included - fell in line to be followers, and the looks upon many of these peoples faces were the same looks people use to give her father, which made her sigh.

Soon enough Luis was done speaking, and Nizhoni would begin to aimlessly wander about - saying hi to random people and taking questions about her attire from the children, as usual, while Nubia ran about on her own. But when all the woman began to whisper "he's here, he's here!" she became curious and started to stare on in the same direction as them, that is until Conner walked by - causing her to roll her eyes a bit.

"What is it with these women and that man, you'd think he was a King or something." she'd wonder to herself, before pushing through the crowd of women.
She wouldn't get too far before again spotting Conner, but this time with a girl who was known for being rather bold & loose shoving her tongue down his throat.

"Lovely." Nizhoni would whisper aloud, before walking up towards a young man with a tray of water and grabbing a tall glass, which she'd down nearly half of before again taking off again into the festivities.



Coming to stop beside some laughing men and women she'd catch a glimpse of Bojangles being pulled by Kat towards an area were everyone was dancing, and couldn't help but laugh a bit herself before catching wind of Drew and Conner's voices behind her.

"What happened to your new little friend." she'd hear Drew ask Conner as she took a sip to drink, which nearly made her spit her water up from laughter, but after regaining her composure she'd turn around and walk towards both of them.

"Hey Drew," she'd say with a genuine smile, before looking over towards Conner. "Hi Conner, would you like my drink to wash your mouth out?"
Nizhoni would barely get the sentence out before she began to laugh.
"I'm sorry Conner, I just couldn't help myself." she'd let out in-between giggles. "Kudos to attracting loose women" she'd remark while holding up her glass towards Conner as if she was giving a toast, before taking a sip and looking back over to Drew.
"If you're looking for that woman I'd start with every available man in Utopia, she's known for well um, being loose....even the children call her 'Everybody's mama', but if that's what you want she's easy enough to get I suppose."
She'd have to bite her lip to keep herself from asking Drew if he was crazy for going after such a girl. To her he was better than that and she couldn't quite understand why he'd want to settle for such a trashy woman, but since she couldn't bring herself to actually say such a thing she'd instead turn around and stare over towards Kat and Bojangles again.
"Is it the Apocalypse all over or what? Kat dancing with Bo, I can't even begin to understand that one" she'd joke, while drinking the last of her water.


"Well, I think I'm gonna go to our little impromptu bar and get something to drink before I go for a swim, see you two later."
Nizhoni would smile and wave as she walked away, and once she caught sight of the table of drinks she'd pick up her pace.


"Nizhoni!"
"Bob! Nice to see you again!" she'd say to the older man standing behind Utopias version of a bar. "Have anything with bubbles?"
"Well you're actually lucky me and my boy like you so much, I'll go get some home brew for ya - just watch my table for me kay?"
She'd agree with a smile and make her way behind the table as the man walked off, It was the least she could do to watch his table at the offer of something other than the same ol' moonshine and water nearly everyone else was drinking. Ever since she was young Nizhoni had a thing for soda and beer, carbonation was a dear friend in her book.

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Bojangles stood as Kat tried to find out who he was. A fellow rebel stepped in, and he didn't know whether the stranger was helping him or teasing him. He saw Kat hiding back a wince, and noted to refrain from touching her shoulder. With the comment Drew made earlier, Bojangles didn't want to do something so foolish as to rub a wound of hers.

It was successful, and she grabbed his hand and led him off. As they walked, his gait was already altering to the music. The swagger in his step was already synchronizing and he started to bob.

"If you laugh at me, I'll rip your spine out and feed it to you, I was serious when I said I don't know how." Her words surprised him. She sure was a straightforward one. "Jesus! Relax.. no one here's gonna notice. They're all too trashed and'd be tripping over their feet." Kat seemed to be really worried that she didn't know how. "Well, you heard my name. They don't just call me Mr. Bojangles for nothin'." Bojangles was now raised a bit-he was standing on the balls of his feet. He started to bounce a bit, telling her "Just gotta be in time.." He was bobbing side to side now, and hoping she'd do the same and keep up, and not hold him to slow down. Noticing his bobbing and how his arms were held, "Ha, sorta like Mortal Kombat." Bojangles began to exaggerate his fists and movement, but he was sure the point went across.

He started to poke her sides and arm playfully every so often, hoping that she wouldn't break his arms. Bojangles was sure she knew at least twenty ways to do so. Looking around, he'd seen Conner and Nizhoni had entered. Both people that would be gone tomorrow. Bojangles wondered how the children would react. Some of the children were probably afraid of him, a few might of looked up to him, but he deemed that unlikely. Who would then run to, to hide from Bojangles when Nini was gone?

Returning his thoughts to his partner, he watched Kat. He hoped he'd been successful and she would open up a bit.

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He made it look so easy, this Bojangles. Kat supposed maybe it should be easy for her, since she had taken gymnastics before...well before all this. And with the beat guiding her it was a bit easier, bobbing and moving with the thump. She closed her eyes, listening and just moving and soon it was strange that she had thought it to be so difficult. There wasn't much to it really, and her feet moved nearly on their own in time with the music. Without even realizing it she was smiling actually smiling as she danced along with the people around her. She supposed maybe she owed this guy a thank you. Maybe.

After a few moments of smiling and a few laughs she felt a small pang in her heart. She was feeling happy, happier than she had in a while but it was too much. Everything became extremely clear and at the same time hazy and she slowed her movements down as if on autopilot. It was getting difficult to breathe and her head started to feel light. Her hands fell to rest at her sides and her fingers started twitching. Bits of her hair were sticking to her hairline and the tips of her ponytail started were grating on the nerves in her neck. Too much too damn much Kat you idiot. She leaned towards the guy for a moment to tell him "I need a drink" before walking in the direction of the bar.

People brushed past her and she flinched away from the contact. Just need a drink to calm down. She could see Drew and a few others sitting off to the side but walked past them, she could say hey later. Approaching the bar she nodded a hello and spoke quickly. "Give me something strong." The guy oh dammit what the hell was his name again laughed before pouring her a glass of bright amber liquid. Not even bothering to ask what it was she swallowed it down as quick as she could without choking. Instant burn, instant relief. Her nerves calmed, her breathing returned to normal and the ground stopped clawing at her legs. Kat breathed out a sigh before signalling for another one.

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Both boys stood tall next to each other, making them impossible to miss. "Hey, you made it in time to hear the we are Sparta bit." Conner heard Drew say as he looked at his father. Then Drew's eyes moved around the crowd. "What happened to your new little friend?" When Conner looked at the boy, he saw a sneaky smirk as if teasing him. He opened his mouth to reply to Drew's question, but was stopped by harsh laughter and witty comments.

"Hey Drew. Hi Conner, would you like my drink to wash your mouth out?" Conner heaved out a heavy sigh as Nizhoni laughed her heart out. Conner was fully aware that is actions around women made him seem as if he was still a virgin or just plain awkward around girls, but he was once greatly admired for his skills in bed. And for that exact reason, he refuses to have sex with women now. Once he has sex with one girl, every girl would want it from him. Itd be twice as bad as girls just wanting him because he's handsome...

"I'm sorry Conner, I just couldn't help myself." she'd let out in-between giggles. "Kudos to attracting loose women"
"I guess I must be that handsome.." Conner murmured, as an attempted at making a joke..
"If you're looking for that woman I'd start with every available man in Utopia, she's known for well um, being loose....even the children call her 'Everybody's mama', but if that's what you want she's easy enough to get I suppose."
Conner looked at Drew for a moment and said to him, "Do not try it. I know you want it, but I need you to trust me when I say it's not worth it. Not for her anyways."
"Is it the Apocalypse all over or what? Kat dancing with Bo, I can't even begin to understand that one" she'd joke, while drinking the last of her water.


"Well, I think I'm gonna go to our little impromptu bar and get something to drink before I go for a swim, see you two later."
Nizhoni said to them with a smile before walking away. When she left, Conner turned to Drew and asked, "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Soon, another girl waltzed into their mists. This time it was Kat. She asked fora heavy drink and chugged it down quickly. Conner raised an eyebrow as she desperately drank the first and started the second. Before Conner could say a thing about, a girl clung onto his arm. This time it was some one she knew. "Kayla... Where's your sister?"
The question did not need to be answered because he heard her voice behind him. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner." Sarah said, as she leaned on Drew. "And just as handsome."

This pair of twins had been friends with Conner for a long time, but recently have been busy. Truth be told, the sisters were the only ones, who were still around today, that Conner had sex with. Kayla smiled at Conner mischievously, as if asking him for a trip down memory lane. "Kayla... I do-"
"Shut it Conner. Me and Sarah was to play with you and your friends Drew. We both know Drew won't say no. Don't ruin it. Come on. Don't make me drug you." She said harshly, glancing at Drew and her sister. Conner looked at Drew, as if waiting for a response from him.

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Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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Character Portrait: Conner Terrion Character Portrait: Andrew Hanover Character Portrait: Nizhoni Riversky Character Portrait: Katherin Blake Desdemona

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Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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Character Portrait: Conner Terrion Character Portrait: Andrew Hanover Character Portrait: Nizhoni Riversky Character Portrait: Katherin Blake Desdemona

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Drew Hanover


Before Conner could even respond, Nizhoni swept between them, throwing her head back in a carefree laugh. The torches along the walls flickering light reflected of the sheen across her prominent cheek bones - pulled high in a smile. Drew had known and operated with Nizhoni for years, and she was one of the few beautiful females he felt comfortable being himself around. With a bemused expression, Drew nodded Nizhoni as if to egg her on as she began to dig into Conner about the girl Drew remembered as Nina and the children supposedly knew as 'everybody's momma'. As Conner sent him a warning not to try for the easy shot, Drew threw his hands up as if he were proving they were empty, "I'm not that desperate." It was a little sad that Drew was infamous for his poor game with woman, he thought.

Shaking his head at the two as they bantered back and forth, drinking the rest of his beverage. Dark eyes moving across the room, Drew managed to find Bojangles in the crowd. The man was simply killing it on the dance floor. Truly a man of many hats, the ever amusing Mr. Bojangles never failed to have a good time. The only thing that prevented Drew from bursting out with laughter was seeing that dancing alongside of him was none other than Katherin. So she had said yes.

Ridiculous! Even Bojangles had better luck than him. Turning to the bar, Drew indicated a refill as Conner turned to him to ask "Does by breath smell that strongly? What was that woman drinking?"

Annoyed, Drew playfully pushed Conner back by his shoulder. "No offense dude but I'm not trying to smell your breath...or hear any complaints about a beautiful woman randomly coming up to kiss you." Once his cup was refilled, Drew turned to face the crowd once more, giving Conner a look to let him know he poked fun all in good harm.

The crowd had withered down to the young adult age group, most parents taking their children to bed. These hours were when the craziest things would happen. Bodies thrashing together in a liberating samba of life, confetti being thrown into the air. People hunted for glitter just for occasions like this, to throw it in the air and on each other, sparkles raining down. It looked like fun.

But one person seemed a little stressed. Katherin came to where the men stood, ordering a drink and washing it down with an edge before asking for another. He meant to ask her if she was okay, he really did. Katherin was an amazing asset to the team, and if she were to be under the weather when they were just about to start the mission that could be bad. As a commander he did take concern, but tantalizing fingers across his broad chest made his nice guy part of the brain completely shut off. "You are just as tall as Mr. Conner......and just as handsome."

Her forward approach threw him off, and Drew found himself struggling for the right words, awkwardly stammering "I....uh....yea....thanks. My dads tall too."

Oh how he wish he could slap himself! My dads tall too!?!??! who says shit like that? This guy, supposedly. Of course everyone knew Lou was tall, he was a giant- both in height and muscle mass. Yet once again Drew found himself blurting out something stupid instead of taking his time to think it through. Luckily the girl identified as Sarah didn't seem to mind much. She pressed her weight against him, invading his personal space. Beside him, her twin was against Conner, informing him that she and her sister wanted to take Conner as their own little toys tonight. And although Drew found it as an appealing idea, he couldn't help but to be repulsed at how the girls had thrown themselves at him.

However Drew was a man, and like most men he was able to push aside mild distaste for temporary pleasure. Letting Sarah lace her fingers with his, Drew let Sarah lead him through the throng of people, Kayla and Conner following just behind.

He didn't realize where she was taking them, until he saw the familiar structure of the watering hole. It seemed empty for the most part, and once Sarah let go of Drew's hand and began to strip her clothes, Drew averted his eyes out of discomfort and respect. "Don't be shy." Cooed Sarah as she teased with the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the water, Drew glanced back at Kayla and Conner to see they were in their own world. Shrugging, Drew pulled off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside and joining Sarah in the water. She complained the water was cold, enticing Drew to wrap his arms around her tentatively. "I like a strong man." She breathed hotly before crashing her lips against his.

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The sound of foot steps pulled Nizhonis attention away from the arrowhead, and within seconds she'd spot four familiar faces - Drew, Conner, and twins Kayla & Sarah.
"Oh this oughta be good" she would mutter sarcastically while slowly submerging herself into the water until it reached right under her nose.
She wasn't one to spy but the situation just happened upon her not the other way around, so reluctantly she watched as the woman stripped out of her clothing.
It was of no surprise to Nizhoni to see discomfort written all over Drews face, he wasn't a dog and most surely wasn't as experienced as Conner - even though he seemed to wanna be.


"Don't be shy!" she'd hear Sarah tease before the woman began to pull Drew towards the water.
At this point she wished she was anywhere else in the world, but being too uncomfortable with the idea of stepping out of the water in front of them she'd stayed put. However it wouldn't take long before the whole situation began to really irk her.
"I like a strong man" was the last thing she'd hear Sarah say before the girl planted a huge kiss on Drew, which was the straw that broke the camels back.
"I like a strong man!? Seriously Drew!" Nizhoni would quietly snap to herself, and within seconds she'd begin to make her way towards the waters edge - totally wanting out. She'd part her hair in the back and swing her long black locks around to the front so by the time she began to walk onto the shore her chest would easily be covered.
Avoiding eye contact with all four of them she'd put on a fake smile and throw her hands up as she made her way towards the same staircase-like formation she walked up earlier. "Pay me no mind, I'm just leaving."



Once beside Nubia again - who was now wide awake & staring down over the edge at Drew & Sarah - Nizhoni would turn her back to the water and ring her hair out over her right shoulder.
"I like strong men.....I can't believe she actually said that, how easy!" she'd repeat over in her head while she put on her top and then picked up her bra and bottoms - slinging them over her shoulder. "Come on Nubia."

The two would take only a few steps back down the cave wall before Nizhoni ran back up to get the half-empty bottle of beer. "Definitely don't want to forget this!!" she'd mutter, before again making her way back down towards where Conner and Kayla where.
The smile she'd give them was small an again fake, and she'd glance back at Drew and Sarah for a few seconds before shaking her head and walking away from the watering hole - water dripping off of her with each and every step. She'd have to snap her fingers to get Nubia to follow, since the Husky obviously wanted to stay and play all of the sudden now that it was time to leave.
"Maybe later, kay?" Nizhoni would say, as she bent down to rub her ever-loyal companions head.







Once back in her room she'd close her door a bit harshly, throw her bra and skirt on a table, and then pull the daggers out her boots before kicking them off so she could flounce down on her bed - bottle in hand.
Nizhoni wouldn't admit to being jealous, an instead spent the next several minutes downing the rest of her beer and staring up at the ceiling.
"I wish I could understand why he wants to be a chick magnet so bad, even Conner can't stand half the slutty women who hit on him! Besides, just flirting with girls makes Drew nervous!" he'd whisper aloud, before sighing.


The beer she had left would vanish pretty quickly, an after realizing she was soaking her bed sheets Nizhoni would found a towel, dry herself off, and then slip into a black robe she had found a few years back. She knew she should try to sleep, but with her mind racing at the moment she decided to visit the infirmary and gather the supplies Luis mentioned them needing earlier in the evening.
Her tan sling-backpack is what she usually brings on missions, so she'd grab it and a dagger - never one to go out and about without SOME kind of weapon on her - before heading out. Nubia would again elect to stand guard outside the door instead of a following her as she'd backtracked the same way she came from the watering hole to get to the infirmary near it.

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Character Portrait: Conner Terrion Character Portrait: Andrew Hanover Character Portrait: Katherin Blake Desdemona

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After a few moments of the burn slowly moving through her veins, Kat's nerves became warm and everything calmed down completely. Distantly she noticed her boss's kid and Connor good Kat you finally remembered a name getting propositioned by two chicks. She chuckled, good job boys. She let the bar tender know she wanted another drink and with a raised eyebrow he filled her glass. By this time she, thankfully, had the start of what could be a pretty good buzz. Excellent. Halfway through the third drink and she barely noticed the others walking away from the bar. What she did notice, however, was the arm wrapping around her back. Her eyes glanced to the side, ready to hit whoever had touched her. Seeing who is was made her freeze and she instead turned to stare in confusion at Bojangles. He was asking if she was alright. Why?

"Hmmm. I'm fine now. Just needed a drink." She thought about shrugging his arm off but blame it on the alcohol or the mission she had just returned from, it felt kind of nice. Kat turned back to her drink, finishing it before grinning cheekily at him. "Why are you so worried, was my dancing that bad?" At the last word she poked him softly in the chest.